Page 79 of His Secret

My lips find the side of his neck, kissing and gently biting the soft flesh. “Why do you have clothes on?” I ask against his skin.

“Mm. I thought it might be weird to have you come out to me naked.”

From behind, I push down the baby blue basketball shorts he has on until they’re crumpled at his bare feet.

“It’s only weird that you thought I wouldn’t like that.”

I lick a path up his neck until I get to his ear. He moans, a shiver taking over his body. “Noted,” he says breathlessly.

From the hem, I lift the white tank top he has on, and he raises his arms to help me remove it.

“You like the view?” I question, kissing the back of his neck and across his shoulders as my hands run down his sides until they’re inside the waistband of his boxers.

“Hm. Yeah,” he says, distracted.

I shove the material down and he steps out of them, all the while, I kiss down the middle of his back.

“Good,” I say. “Enjoy the view while I taste you.”

I kiss lower and lower until I’m on my knees behind him, my lips pressing kisses on his cheeks.

“Oh, god,” he says, voice shaking.

I squeeze each cheek in one hand before spreading him apart. He bends forward, hands slapping against the glass, and I let my tongue run up the seam.

He gasps. “Oh, fuck.”

I moan as I continue, tasting him thoroughly. My tongue prods at his hole without trying to penetrate completely.

Adrian whimpers and mewls between words of praise and chants for more. When he reaches back and holds my head in place, I nearly explode. A growl of appreciation rumbles in my throat as I continue to devour him.

After a few more minutes, I stand, the towel dropping. I wipe my mouth with my hand and press my body against his, my arms wrapping around his middle. He leans his head against my shoulder, completely out of breath.

“Oh, my god, Matías,” he pants.

“Turn around.” He faces me, his skin flushed. “Now get on your knees.”

Pure lust shines in his eyes, and without a word he obeys, staring at my cock. He peers up at me, his muscular body a work of art at my feet.

“I’m gonna fuck that pretty mouth of yours,” I tell him.

He licks his lips, dipping his chin slightly.

I step forward, my erection in my hand as I aim it toward his lips. He parts them, opening wide for me to slide in over his tongue.

“Oh, yeah,” I say with a groan.

With my forearm against the glass, I rock my hips,pushing in and out of his wet mouth. His hands move from my thighs to my ass, touching me wherever he can while I attempt to reach the back of his throat.

I stand straight and run a hand through his hair, tugging on the strands hard enough that he looks up at me while my dick is still in his mouth.

“Oh, fuck. You look so good.”

He swirls his tongue along the bottom of my shaft and I slowly push in a little further.

While I watch, I move leisurely in and out of his mouth, watching his saliva drip down his chin.

“So fucking good,” I moan. “Come here.”

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